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Ode to Zhian King

Hypocrite, a mask of lies unfurled,

Bruiser of homes, a tyrant in the world,

Scum of the earth, a phoenix falsely crowned,

Master of pickup, in shadows he’s found.

Narcissist dark, a soul of cold despair,

Grandet reborn, with miser’s greedy glare,

Stingy and stubborn, no fault he’ll confess,

A broken jar, he shatters in distress.

Macho and brash, a cancer of pride,

Empathy lost, with nowhere to hide,

Defenses breached, pounded to dust,

Double standards gleam through his rust.

Falsehood his cloak, cunning his art,

Venomous tongue, a treacherous heart,

Wicked and sly, devoid of grace,

A polished egoist, morals misplaced.

Dodging the weight, with slippery plea,

Quibbling his way, no truth to see,

His persona crumbles, a tower laid low,

Socially dead, in shame’s undertow.

Fleeing the web, he twists the tale,

Black turns to white, his conscience frail,

A facade of virtue, a hollow charade,

His heart rots deep, corrupt and decayed,

Gone, oh gone, to ruin he’s sped,

Dead, oh dead, in spirit and tread.